The greatest artiste of all time
On Saturday I attended a "songversation" with India Arie. The event was advertised as a keynote speech on the healing power of music in black communities. I never saw the flyer, but so when I heard “India Arie is coming,” I was expecting a concert. I was invited by my friend who’s a fan of India Arie’s music and is inspired by her spiritual journey in the mountains to seek God’s face, as she shared in an episode of Oprah. Here we were, one expecting a lecture and the other expecting a concert. But we both were pleasantly surprised at the turn of events. India led a songversation. She shared several life experiences and sang the songs that were either born of those times, or the ones that helped her push through the bad times.
She spoke about having fame and fortune, but crashing really hard and (almost) leaving it all behind because she knew that she wasn’t walking in her purpose. Her business and talent managers were pulling her towards the money, the “almighty” music business was labelling her in the very tiny box reserved for black women, and she lost her mind.
She was open, transparent, raw, and vulnerable, and there was power in that.
Here was a woman who had topped charts and won Grammys and made money, yet her true passion lay in inspiring hearts and giving music as a gift to others, not for the paparazzi or the fabulous life. But just for the gift of music.
She reminded me why I love music so much, and that just like her, I am a creative at heart (doesn’t that sound so fancy?)
I want to create experiences out of words. I want people to know and love God through my stories, posts, and my lifestyle. I want to create alternate worlds and magnificent characters, who are can be felt and loved.
As I sat listening to India, I thought about the source of all creative power. It’s God, really. You know who the most creative person ever is? God. The first creator? God. The one who created something out of nothing? God. It doesn’t matter if you believe the big bang theory of the story of the Garden of Eden, you cannot deny that God rules nature and that He turns times and seasons as He pleases.
It’s even more beautiful for me that in His infinite love, He has given us the gift of creativity to share in His divinity. He has given us the ability to take unpleasant life experiences and create beauty and magic. He has given us the ability to whip and combine and twist mundane words to create an experience.
As I sat in the songversation and reflected upon this new revelation of God’s creativity and the gift of my own creativity, I felt comfortably nestled in His love. I felt invincible. God thought it right to share with me, the ability to be a co-creator. He poured some of His juice into me and He comes down to fellowship with me.
When I create these blog posts, or when I write my short stories, I feel God’s love all around me- in the way my mind works to bring these ideas together, and in the way my words work to communicate them with you all. It’s at my most creative that I feel the love of God, that I am reminded of my mortality, yet of the divinity of the God who lives in me.
All I want from life is to be securely nestled in the love of God.
This blog has been sustained over the past two years by God’s grace only. He gives me ideas and inspiration and He still gives me the grace to obey Him.
I have big plans to expand my blog and to grow this sliver of the internet to a force for God.
There is no beginning and ending of God’s knowledge and His power to make something out of nothing. There is no saying what ideas He gives to His children who ask. All I want is for God to fuel my mind and to give me added grace to do all that He wants me to do- through this blog, through my life, through my fellowship with Him.
That’s what true love is, He made me a co-creator with Him, He delights in my work. Oh for grace to remain nestled in that love till eternity.